What could possibly be better than that?
A couple under stress, a woman alone—can three hearts be better than two?
Dustin
My Domme, my boss, my lover… Nadine is all those things to me. Our professional relationship has slid into the personal, and I have no problem with that. Pleasing her is my top priority. When things go sideways at work, I’m not sure how to help…until the answer presents itself in the guise of an angel.
Nadine
As a successful marketing executive, I have high standards. Dustin, my submissive and executive assistant, is perfection. But even he can’t solve my latest work dilemma. Then we meet Angelique, and I’ve found the star of my next campaign. Now I just have to convince the young woman that posing for me is in her best interests and, even better, convince her to join Dustin and me in a triad relationship.
Angelique
When a gorgeous man asks me to pose for a photo shoot, I’m skeptical. I’m overweight and unattractive, so who would want my picture? Refusing him is easy…but he’s persistent, and I give in. He’ll soon see how wrong he is.
Surprisingly, a photo shoot can be fun. Dustin is sweet and kind, and his boss Nadine is incredible. They have the kind of relationship I’ve always wanted, and it's clearly not just professional. I'm sad when the photo shoot is done and I have to leave them and head out into the cold, alone. Then Dustin asks an unbelievable question.
This 25k story is an FFM BDSM novella and is part of the Dr. Donna Jennings Purple Passion Reflection for Women Cards series.
As
I eyed Dustin’s pinkened ass, some of my stress fell away.
Some…but
not all.
“Want
more?”
“Mistress,
I always want more.” He wiggled his gorgeous ass. The ass of a
twenty-six-year-old.
I
had him tied to my spanking bench, and I tapped my crop against my palm. Since
we were both morning people, we’d decided on a quick scene before showers and
work.
Dustin
claimed he liked to feel my mark on him the entire day. Even beyond if I
managed to bruise him.
Today,
though, I needed him focused. That meant going easy.
After a series of hard strikes, he moaned.
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Never mix business with pleasure
This collection of CEOs, assistants, partners
and consultants have forgotten Office Rule No.1.
Whether it's passion over the printer, scandal
in the stationery cupboard or loosened ties in the boardroom, these co-workers
are getting hot under the collar.
Join us around the Romance Café water cooler to discover the latest office scuttlebutt.
Orlando
I'm a go-getter. Right out of interior design school,
I’ve landed a plum job in a well-regarded architecture firm, and I'm ready to
help the lead architect meet his deadline. Except the man's a jerk, strung so
tight it's a miracle he hasn't exploded. Offering a little stress relief is
practically a service to humanity. But in the dark in the copy room, Knight's a
lot more human than I thought. Now stress relief isn't the only thing I want to
give him, and I'm dreading the day I'll have to leave.
Knight
I’m working under a tight deadline, and
all I want is peace, quiet, and an assistant who doesn’t give me lip. Right
now, I have none of those things. The new hire is perky, pushy, and unfairly
attractive. One hot encounter in the copy room isn't breaking my oath to never
get involved with a subordinate, right? Unfortunately, that one interlude
leaves me craving more. What's so special about Orlando, that he's making me
think about breaking all my rules and asking him to stay?
This is a 15k word gay romance novella
with a successful architect, a quirky younger interior designer, and a
cantankerous photocopier.
Orlando
"Knight! What do you think? I've finished the
Duncraig job design. I think it's wonderful. And Fiona, over at the depot, said
that if we want to place an order for these tiles in the next three weeks, we
can get them on discount..." I stopped suddenly after walking into my
boss’s office.
Okay, he often referred to it as bursting.
And he might or might not have been right about
that. But when I had good news, why stand on ceremony? If he had clients, then
of course I knocked. When just the two of us were in the office, I didn’t see
the point. In fact, I didn’t understand why he kept his door closed at all. He
should be able to see into the lobby.
Well, and me, of course. This morning, I wore a
fabulous sage-green suit with a pale-pink shirt and a white tie with rainbow
unicorns on it. Very subdued and appropriate for the stifling hot weather
outside. After having lived just below the arctic circle for most of my life,
this humid heat took some getting used to. We’d have hot days up north, of
course, but nothing like this.
Knight stood with his arm
against the window and his forehead resting on that.
As I gazed past him at the
spectacular view, I noted dark clouds moving in from the west, off the Pacific.
“A storm?”
He nodded.
“Are you getting a migraine?”
I laid my tablet on his desk and hustled around to his drawer. He probably
thought I didn’t know about his stash of headache pills, but I knew everything.
“These go under your tongue, right?” I located the box and started to take a
pill out.
“I’m fine, Orlando.”
He looked anything but
fine. His normally rosy skin had a wan tone, and his bright, dark-brown eyes
didn’t sparkle. “You just—”
“I said I’m fine.” He met my
gaze.
Slowly, I put the unwrapped
pill back in the box, closed it up, put it back in the drawer, and closed that
as well. I put my hand on my hip. “Okay, well, clearly something’s up. I come
in here with the best news—that Fiona can get us a great deal—and you’re all
dark and moody.” With his blond hair, he struggled to pull off broody. The dark
eyes helped—especially when they went all stormy and sexy. I pictured him as a
blond Mr. Rochester. All dramatic. The light hair really detracted from the
gothic Jane Eyre fantasy.
USA Today Bestselling author Gabbi Grey lives in beautiful British Columbia where her fur baby chin-poo keeps her safe from the nasty neighborhood squirrels. Working for the government by day, she spends her early mornings writing contemporary, gay, sweet, and dark erotic BDSM romances. While she firmly believes in happy endings, she also believes in making her characters suffer before finding their true love. She also writes m/f romances as Gabbi Black and Gabbi Powell.